(hey, can you all please rate this story after reading it. This is my first one on fanfiction) A small boy, about eleven, twelve years old, stepped out on to the dusty streets of Vagonia. He had only to do his chores, then return home to mother. All of a sudden, the ground began to shake violently. The sound of hooves echoed in his ears. He turned around, there he saw them. The Riders of Vagons. Cloaked in brown capes, upon brown horses, they came riding in. The terrified, the boy couldn't move. He knew about the Riders of Vagons. He knew about what they did to young, innocent people like him, and he didn't want it to happen. Instinct told him to run, but his feet refused to oblige. Suddenly, a rider came up beside him, a within seconds the boy was off the ground, and on the riders horse. And so it all began.